I stood as motionless as possible, perspiring. I didn’t know there were sweat glands between my fingers, in my elbows, and under my barely there boobs. But I discovered them while listening to his sensual voice and trying not to pee down my legs. He turned the page and lifted his head, his attention riveted on me. Unbearable pressure squeezed inside me, burning, throbbing, threatening to burst. I clenched my thighs together, squirming with desperation, growing frantic by the second. How many minutes had passed? Thirty? Forty? I wasn’t going to make it. My lips clung to the row of carved toes
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